You know what’d make this cigarette taste better?
And chasing it down with a drink you’ve poured.
You weren’t one to smoke cigarettes.
You’re more of a whisky guy
And I never was a whisky girl,
But I tried to be for you.
My taste for vodka always has a way of rearing it’s head
As I take another drag of this cigarette,
Will I ever be someone’s nicotine?
And it’s not a healthy thing to want to be.
Will I ever be someone’s vodka dream?
As I take another drag of this cigarette,
If I could inhale the essence of you instead
Every second our lives become less entangled.
I can picture it like a graph in trigonometry junior year of high school,
Like I never thought our curves would have lined up for as long as they did,
But I was so fond of the patterns we made when we grew together,
And now we continue to grow apart.
And I can do such amazing things.
I can create such magical worlds
That you will not get to share with me.
And you can have such beautiful ideas
That you will not get to share with me.
As I take another drag of this cigarette,
If we will really go the rest of our lives without smoking each other’s nicotine?
Frankly it’s hard for me to believe
That we both wouldn’t come back to this earnest need.
But it’s just me and these Camels.
Not a hint of your whisky in my smoke filled lungs.
My car smells like cigarettes
And my love tastes like charcoal.
You know what’d make this cigarette taste better?
I hear the echos of every song I’ve ever sung.